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It's been light outside past five o'clock. Just for a half hour, each day.

My dad sent me a text message that pointed this out; that we "have turned the corner, in our orbit around the sun". For the last few days - when I leave my office and walk into the fading light - I've thought of the phase "turning the corner".

It reminded me of running on the street I grew up on. A long stretch of street where the end was still a mile away, even after the final turn. But, it signaled something. I was no longer heading out. I was on my way back. It would be just a bit farther before the sprint, the moment when home was in sight.

Here in February, a few determined perennials have been pushing through the ground. Working and waiting impatiently for the final sprint to Spring.